"dear fred,
i just got home from the doctors and i've received either the best or worst news of my life. i entered thinking i was going just for a check up - just as ginny, harry, ron, george, neville, and all the others have gone through. i didn't expect to come out with the news that i was three months pregnant.
i don't know how the fuck i didn't realise it or anything in between. i do know that i cried for an hour and the doctor was so awkward while trying to comfort me. i ran out and i couldn't fucking breathe.
fred, we're going to have a baby. and i'm so sad that you can't be here for it. i don't know what to do. i'm so scared fred, i don't know how i'm supposed to tell george or anybody for that matter.
how do i tell somebody that i'm pregnant with their dead twin brother's child?
fuck, i wish you were still here. i wish you could tell me what to do.
forever yours,
calla and your unborn child xx"
